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... lay nice either."
The woman trembled under their gaze. She could hear her own gulp echoing in her ears, and her throat drying up quickly. The tension in the room was so thick it felt like it had grown limbs, reaching out to choke her.
"Priscilla Reed," Mint called to get her attention, stressing each syllable. "Let’s have a nice chat, shall we?"
The woman, Priscilla, Nina’s biological mother, turned to Mint. She drew a deep, jagged breath as she clasped her hand on her la ...
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